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snow is falling outside my window
coming to rest in sickly yellow streetlights
while I stand - sit - and pace
this is the emotional gutter that I call home

Clenching fists to keep my fingers warm
hearing distant voices of both present and past
slicing my own flesh to protect you
the blood on my floor
may just spell your name
stand - sit - pace - collapse
this is the emotional gutter that I call home

Punching my own face to quell the tears
so clearly do I remember you
do you remember me?
you stole so fucking much
with your teenaged erection
two decades later and I still feel the pain
of you stabbing yourself in to my anus
do you remember?

Where are you now
you burn-out motherfucker?
what would you say to me if you had the chance?
would you mourn your own tragedy?
would you gloat your success?
would you ask me about these scars?
would you even remember who I am?

This is the emotional gutter that I call home
and this is a place where no angels roam
this is the emotional gutter that I call home
and this is a place where monsters are born